I quickly shake my head, which he raises an eye brow to but doesn't question.
He straightens up, never removing his gaze from me before stepping closer, forcing me to step back. He takes another and again, I step away. Seth keeps approaching me, hi...
"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect." — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
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Biting my lip I tried to concentrate on the book I was reading to pass the time, to keep me occupied until Seth came back. I had decided to confront Seth. Ever since that first night a week ago, he had been hidden away in meetings for hours upon hours on end, and he was starting to show his exhaustion that he tried so hard to hide from me. I didn't know what was going on but I intended to find out.
Glancing at the time again – I'd lost count of how many times I had checked now – I sighed, letting my eyes fall back to the page in my book, scanning it in confusion. I wasn't really sure what was going on in the storyline. I had been reading without actually paying attention. Turning back a few pages to where I had started a few hours ago, I attempted to take in the words. What felt like hours later, I glance at the time again, realising it had only been a few minutes. I threw the stupid book across the room in frustration, and instead of hitting something like I wanted to, I gripped my hair tightly, tugging at it, the sting in my scalp just making me more frustrated.
A chuckling from the door had me whipping my head round with wide eyes. Standing there, leaning against the door with a smirk on his face was the man himself, arms crossed over his chest and looking more than amused. I knew if I looked closer, I would see the tired, discoloured bags under his eyes, his slower than normal reaction times and the slight hunch in his posture.
"What did that poor book ever do to you piccolo cucciolo? Or did something happen that you don't agree with?" Seth teased as he pushed himself from the door frame and made his way over to the bed I had cocooned myself in. He sat beside me, opening his arms in offer. Without hesitation, I struggled to climb out my blankets and climbed into his lap, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped tightly round me.
Peeking up, I inspect his face, finding all the signs that he was exhausted.
"Seth?" He hummed in response, arms loosening slightly to look down at me.
"What's going on? You're exhausted all the time." I whispered before waiting in silence. After a few moments of Seth looking over my face, his shoulders slumped and he let out a long heavy sigh.
"Nothing seems to pass by you, does it amore mio?" He shifted his position so he was leaning against the headboard of the bed, brining both his legs up onto the bed. I stayed silent, waiting for him to tell me anything, ready to help him if I could. A million things had run through my head repeatedly over the past few days, and they all ran though again as I looked up, he seemed to be concentrating on what to say.
"Well. My father wants me to start taking on more responsibilities as a leader. In short, he wants me to start preparing to take over as leader."
